Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Monks,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Skarface,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.